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Rated: 18+ · Fiction · Horror/Scary · #2071164
A desperate time

Her screams echoed through the empty field. The dark, deserted road didn’t bother to answer back.

She lay in a pool of blood, in the back seat of her convertible, pants bunched around her ankles, as agony wracked her body. The callous beast of a man had left her this way.

He told her to be still and quiet, then left her in the middle of nowhere, knowing she was powerless to leave. But one thing she knew in her heart, he would return. The look on his face told her that.

She cursed herself for allowing this to happen, and the car for running out of gas, but mostly she cursed him, the one who had done this to her.

She tried to move, but panic gripped her as pain erupted through her body. Her breaths came in ragged gasps. She knew the end was near. Despair battled with her, but she refused to give in.

God helps those who help themselves.

Her purse was in the front seat, but might as well have been a dozen miles away.

With a monumental effort, she dragged herself off of the backseat, each movement a torment. She reached over the seat, grasped for her purse handle, and missed.

Desperation crept in and stifled her suffering.

She held onto the back of the seat as though climbing a sheer cliff. Each moment was a battle between life and death.

Finally, she reached the purse. She laughed and cried when she pulled out her cell phone. But she paid for it in pain and blood loss.

She flipped the phone open, but her fingers were slick with blood. It slid from her hand and fell in slow motion. She watched in horror as it bounced ...

Once ...

Twice ...

Then landed on the floor in front of the seat.

"Nooooo!" she screamed as if the clatter of the phone was her death knell.

She slumped back, ignored the pain, closed her eyes, and quietly sobbed. Despair had finally defeated hope. Unconsciousness enveloped her like a warm blanket.

This is it.


A light in her face brought her around.

She looked up.

He had returned. As he approached, she noticed a smile on his face.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch! You did this to me! I hope you burn in hell!" she screamed at him.

His smile faded.

He stepped aside and there stood another man.

The man approached cautiously.

"I'm a doctor. Your husband brought me to help deliver the baby."

Word Count: 422

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